Before long I was sound asleep. Or so they thought. Within minutes after the plane took off, I heard the strangest noises coming from beside me. I ope...ed my eyes a little and saw amrita, who was sitting beside me, hunched over Paresh’s lap. Paresh eyes were closed and he was biting his lips. I realized that the sound I was hearing was the lively sucking amrita was giving his rod. I dumped all pretext of sleeping and stared wide-eyed as Amrita ‘s big boobs bobbed up and down. Paresh looked over. The rest of his crew seemed to possess similar talents, or at least it was obvious that Calara and Alyssa did, after that eye-opening visit to the Invictus. Leaning forward again, Devereux tapped in a number of commands on her console, bringing up an exhaustive report. She had launched a secretive investigation into those girls, eager to learn as much as she possibly could about them.Calara Fernandez had been a promising candidate at the Academy, but nothing in her academic or limited service. The face above, when I made it that far, was healthily tanned and not at all bad looking. The hair shoulder length, but tied into a single pony tail at the side."Er," I stammered, looking to the man. "Sure. I guess."He was a stocky fella, probably in his mid to late 50's. Tanned all over, hairy, and a bit of a pot belly. He smiled and stretched out his towel, and lay on his front, faced turned away from me. The lady stretched out her towel between us, but did not lie down straight away. She. . Too. Nobody called me Wendy ... nobody called me Wendolyn ... the whole damn family called me Too.'Not so, Gwen.''Mother. One more word... ''Whatcha gonna do, Gwen?'I exploded out of my seat, flew across the room and slapped my mothers knuckles with an ink pen ruler. I swear my feet never touched the floor. I was seated in my chair before mom reacted. She had a shocked expression on her face as she grabbed her injured hand ... the blood dripped.For those of you who don't recall ... because.